Rolling Stones Highwire Lyrics

We sell 'em missiles, we sell 'em tanks
We give 'em credit, you can call the bank
It's just a business, you can pay us in crude
You'll love these toys, just go play out your feuds
We've got no pride, don't care whose boots we lick
We act so greedy, makes me sick sick sick

So get up, stand up, out of my way
I want to talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, whose gonna pay
I want to talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire
Sending the men up to the front line
Hoping they don't catch the hell fire
With hot guns and cold, cold nights

We walk the highwire
Sending the men to the front line
And tell 'em to pipe in the sunshine
With hot guns and cold, cold nights

Our lives are threatened, our jobs at risk
Sometimes dictators need a slap on the wrist
Another Munich we just can't afford
We're gonna send in the eighty-second airborne

Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay
I want to talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, outta my way
I want to talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire
Putting the world on a deadline
And hoping we don't taste the shellfire
Of hot guns and cold, cold nights

We walk the highwire
Putting the world on a deadline
Catching the bite on the prime time
With hot guns and cold, cold nights

Get up! Stand up!
Dealer! Stealer!

We walk the highwire
We send our men to the front lines
An' we're hoping that we backed the right side
With hot guns and cold, cold nights

We walk the highwire
Send our men to the front lines
And hoping they don't catch the hellfire
With hot guns and cold cold, cold, cold,
Cold nights

Yeah! Oh yeah!

We walk the highwire
We walk the highwire
Oh Yeah
With hot guns and cold, cold, cold nights